Thursday, April 2, 2009

Outsider

One sullen morning
I stood outside my own door
like a stray dog

With benighted eyes
I stand outside my true self
immersed in false gloom
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2 comments:

  1. fleuve-souterrainApril 3, 2009 at 2:14 PM

    so poignant. not trashy at all... why did you think so!

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  2. priti aisolaApril 3, 2009 at 7:36 PM

    Thank you.Really encouraging. Wrote this in ten minutes as I didn't want to miss the challenge.

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